A jockey is all I want to be.
Speed and heart is all I need.
Flying down those famous tracks.
Leaning low we will attack.
Here we are, were on the go.
We're battling fast and low.
We need more heart.
And a better start.
Just some more speed.
Then we're in the lead.
We'll set the tracks on fire.
As we cross under the wire.
To the winner's circle we go.
Are we scared or nervous. No
We are proud. Because a champion has been born.
A jockey is all I want to be.